“To break it up, yes, as she has wanted before?”
“Oh more than ever before! She’s very much entangled. She has relations with people who are watched by the police. She hasn’t told me, but I’ve grown sure of it by simply living with her.”
The poor Prince stared. “And is she watched by the police?”
“I can’t tell you; it’s very possible—except that the police here isn’t like that of other countries.”
“It’s more stupid.” He gazed at his cold comforter with a flush of shame on his face. “Will she bring us to that scandal? It would be the worst of all.”
“There’s one chance—the chance she’ll get tired of it,” the old lady remarked. “Only the scandal may come before that.”
“Dear friend, she’s the Devil in person,” said the Prince woefully.
“No, she’s not the Devil, because she wishes to do good.”
“What good did she ever wish to do to me?” he asked with glowing eyes.
She shook her head with a gloom that matched his own. “You can do no good of any kind to each other. Each on your own side you must be quiet.”